From a horse witnessing the lynching of Emmett Till to Mikhail Bulgakov chronicling the forced famines in Poland in the 1930s, King Me examines the erotics of care and the place of song, elegy, and praise as testaments to those moments. As Roger Reeves said in an interview, "While writing King Me, I became very interested in the mythology of king, the one who is sacrificed at the end of the harvest season. . . . For me, the myth manifests in the killing of young black men, Emmett Till, and in the ways America deems young, black male bodies as expendable--Jean Michel Basquiat, Mike Tyson, Jack Johnson. These are the young kings whom we love to kill--over and over again. "From "Some Young Kings": The hummingbirds inside my chest, with their needle-nosed pliers for tongues and hammer-heavy wings, have left a mess of ticks in my lungs and a punctured lullaby in my throat. Little boy blue come blow your horn. The cow's in the meadow. And Dorothy's alone in the corn with Jack, his black fingers, the brass of his lips, the half-moons of his fingernails clicking along her legs until she howls. Charlie Parker. Charlie Parker. Charlie Parker . . .
